Remember a Stephen King gut bomb by the hyperactive title “Maximum Overdrive” in which the villain and only relatable character was a haunted Western Star 4800 gussied up like an irritable Jiminy Cricket?
Yeah, me neither. Or at least I try not to.
Like all traumatized moviegoers, I should have sought hypnotherapy to blot that 98 minutes from memory, except I kinda sorta knew a cast member: one Marla Maples. Yep, that Miss Maples: a former Mrs. Trump.
We endured the same high school. And though I...
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